CHIRP!
A loud phoenix cry resounded as three-colored flames began to burn from Phoenix Draco's body.
It felt as if the flames had burst forth, and in an instant, a three-colored phoenix had replaced Phoenix Draco's form.
The Sovereign of Fire, the Undying Bird, life and death at its mercy—this was what one was witnessing.
But alas, the problem was that this three-colored phoenix hadn't reached that stage yet, even though its power was nothing to underestimate.
Ken watched this transformation, his eyes narrowing. Not long ago, he had heard a draconic roar, and he was certain it had come from Draco's clone.
It seemed Draco had a deep connection with the Volkoid Clan, as Ken couldn't understand how someone could possess multiple powerful Volkoid bloodlines.
"Transforming into this doesn't change your fate." Ken said coldly.
His figure blurred, and in the next moment, he appeared before Phoenix Draco, a golden saber in hand, slashing down with deadly precision.
